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Again this is not a message. Not in the sense proposed at first. And it’s more personal.
I thought it could be a fresh start to help people facing problems I might have had in the past or even now with this intermittent blurred vision, with a new job. Everyone is sick these days. Maria from one of my favorite podcasts, Ielts - Speaking for Success, said so. I forgot a bit about issues and life a couple of weeks ago and listened to one of their episodes though I’m not preparing for Ielts again (thank God).
I am hopeful about the fresh start and looking for new ways of exploring words, quite different than before I got sick.
(This is so reminding me of blog posts of old...)
I have come to terms with the poem below, which I started writing months ago.
DECISION
I might have spoken a lot. Being right or wrong - it does not matter, they say.
I was born to be. Being requires the responsibility of deciding. My fears of the others.
Sat, do I play? Do I plan?
Wait. I wait.
Displeasure of being and not pleasing. My decisions and particular problems.
Shared. Each carrying unique drawbacks.
This mark in the gut swallowing every fear that destroys.
Until I live.
This mark in my skin swallows every fear.